by Jenny Penn
White-hot rapture lit up every one of her nerves, making the whole world sparkle before her eyes. The glittery rush of delight bloomed ever fiercer with each pounding thrust of Mike’s hips. He’d lost his rhythm and now pumped into her in long, hard, slow strokes as he milked the moment for all it was worth. Angie arched into each one, allowing the euphoric showers to rain down and drown her in their bliss.
She felt free to float there while, above her, Mike was grunting it out. He was flushed and sweaty, straining as every muscle he possessed clenched and flexed in a sexy motion that brought a drunken smile to Angie’s lips. He was a thing of beauty, and he was hers. That thought flooded through her just as his seed did.
With a roar and one final thrust, Mike came hard. He made a face that would have been funny at any other time as he held still for a blinding second before collapsing on top of her. Seconds later, he was snoring and Angie was still smiling.
Mike had gotten over his fear of touching her. That was a good first step. The next was to calm him down a little. While she loved how rough and demanding he was, Angie sensed there was some other desperation driving him. Like maybe he really had made a mistake earlier that night.
That thought soured her mood and had her glancing over to where he was drooling on her pillow. There were no lipstick stains, but something darker stained his jaw. Angie frowned, reaching a hand up to brush his hair back from his face. Almost instantly, the bruises swollen along his cheeks and lips became clear.
He’d been in a fight.
Angie frowned, strangely not reassured now that she knew he hadn’t been wasting time on another woman. Another woman she’d have, at least, understood. Mike’s constant anger, she really didn’t. It worried her slightly because he hadn’t used to be like that. His temper seemed shorter these days.
She had a sick feeling she was to blame for that. That wasn’t the kind of influence Angie wanted to be. Saddened by just the thought, her mood soured as the sweet glow from his loving faded away, and all she felt was sticky and stuck.
The first she couldn’t do anything about until she managed to roll Mike off of her. That took some doing, given he was still stuck in her. Still sensitive from his fucking, she couldn’t help but gasp as she wiggled free. Then she had to remove the dildo. Angie took a moment to pull the sheets out from under Mike and tuck him in before heading off to the shower.
It shouldn’t have shocked her that not five seconds after she stepped beneath the warm spray of the shower Brett appeared, naked and pressing in behind her in the stall. He paused to scowl, though, as the first tepid drops of water hit him.
“Isn’t that supposed to be hot?” he asked.
“No.” Never one not to take advantage of the moment, Angie turned to press herself up against the smooth, hard planes of Brett’s chest. “Hot water is bad for your skin. It sucks out all the moisture.”
Brett’s cock bobbed against her stomach at that stressed word, growing harder and longer until it all but poked her in the belly button. Angie smiled as she slid down to her knees, allowing her breasts to tease his hard length before finally taking him in her hands.
She understood now. This was a game. The game they’d agreed to. Porno date night had just begun, and she was about to have some fun. Dipping her head to allow her tongue to twirl over the fat, flared head of his cock, Angie settled down for a long, slow tasting.
* * * *
Brett arched his hips and gave himself over to Angie’s torturous teasing. This was really how to investigate a suspect because he would have told her anything right then. Thankfully, she wasn’t asking. She was sucking, and he was in heaven.
Time, reality, and even the cold pelt of water against his heated skin faded away beneath the pleasure flooding through him.
It twisted through his muscles, tightening each one until the strain became too much. Everything snapped in that moment, and with a mighty roar, he gave himself over to his release, allowing the primitive rapture to wash away all lingering signs of domestication.
That façade had already been thinned by the battle earlier tonight and the agreement he and Mike had come to while sitting in their jail cells. Angie was his. She’d bear his name and wear his ring, and Mike would be free. That was if he wanted to be. That was his problem, and Brett was Angie’s.
He smiled down at her as she sucked him dry, or, at least, she tried. She couldn’t succeed, though. She never would be able to because Brett’s hunger for her would never diminish. He had a sense that it would grow only stronger over time, which was amazing because, right then, he was almost desperate with a need to taste his Angie once again.
Just the thought had him smiling and twisting his fingers through her hair to pull her back and free his cock. Angie blinked and glanced up, batting her long, thick lashes at him with a smile that held the promise of a lifetime full of wonder and pleasure. It was time to start living that life, and that began with claiming the woman who had always belonged to him…or, maybe, having to explain himself to her.
“What happened to you?” Angie’s grin faded beneath a scowl that had her brows angling downward. She rose up, shrugging off the hold he had on her to reach up and cup his cheek.
Brett winced slightly, reminded of the well-earned bruises he had collected earlier that evening. “Mike and I seem to have forgotten that we got our size from our dad.”
“Your dad?” Angie’s frown darkened even further. “You got in a fight with your father?”
She already knew the answer to that. From the way her hand fell back to her side and she stepped back, Brett could already guess Angie didn’t approve. That wasn’t surprising. Women rarely understood that sometimes some things just had to be settled with a little aggression.
“Yep.” Brett nodded, not about to lie or apologize for that truth. “Mike and I worked on our daddy issues.”
“Oh for God’s sake.” Angie heaved an annoyed sigh.
“It’s over now,” Brett promised. “And Mike got what he needed to get out of his system.”
Or, at least, Brett hoped he had. Even if Mike hadn’t, Brett didn’t want to argue about that now. Angie looked too good wearing nothing but a frown and slick sheen of water. The endless drops raining down from the shower head above dripped and rolled around her well-formed curves, highlighting them in a glistening glint that drew Brett’s eyes to the lush and bountiful mounds of her breasts. Beneath his gaze, her nipples puckered, furling into tight points that begged for his attention. He had yet to get to play with those puppies.
“Do you mind?” Angie snapped, crossing her arms over her breasts and blocking his view.
Brett glanced up, wondering if she realized the vulnerability of her position. Probably not. If she had, Angie probably wouldn’t have wasted time with the lecture.
“I’m trying to have a conversation with you. I want to know what happened between you and your father,” Angie demanded, but she didn’t give Brett a chance to answer before she was pelting him with even more questions. “And how did you end up involved? And, given there are two of you, I’m assuming your old man lost the war, right? Please tell me he’s not in the hospital or anything. Oh, wait—the police aren’t looking for you, are they?”
That thought had her eyes rounding on him with both shock and dismay. Angie had worked herself up, and Brett didn’t figure it would help the moment any to inform her that they had gotten arrested but that their dad had decided not to press charges. That was the first nice thing he’d done for them in years.
Whether she wanted to admit to it or not, Angie had been right. Brett felt freer than he ever had before. It was as if some part of him was finally content to close the door on that part of his life and start on the next. That was all he really wanted to focus on right then. Angie, finally, seemed to be figuring that out.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” She backed away from him. Banging into the side of the shower, she began to inch toward the side, looking ready to flee in a second. “What
? Aren’t you going to say anything?”
Nope. He didn’t have to. All Brett had to do was smile down at her, and that sent Angie running. Wet and wild, she tore out of the shower and went shrieking down the hall. He didn’t even pause to turn off the water before he took off after her.
* * * *
Brett slammed through the bedroom door not a half-second after Angie tried to throw it closed, not that she put any real effort in to keeping it that way. Instead, she squealed and raced across the room, tripping at just the right moment to end up face down on the mattress. Mike ended up pinned beneath her as Brett came down over both of them.
Just as she planned, she was good and caught between the two brothers. Mike grumbled and shifted beneath her, rolling to his side as he glanced down and glared at them. Brett paid his brother no attention as he settled his heavy weight down over her. Sandwiched as she was, Angie felt both vulnerable and sexy as hell, especially when Brett snarled and jerked back.
He kept her trapped between his thick thighs, shoving his callused hands roughly down between her spread legs. There was no gentleness or tenderness left in him as he covered her cunt and claimed it as his own. Angie was wet and ready for the fucking, even if all he offered her was thick length of his fingers. He spread them wide as he turned and twirled the tips of his fingers into the sensitive walls of her sheath, spreading her wide and making her giggle.
Angie squirmed as she pumped her ass upward, brushing her cheeks against the naked length of his cock as she teased both him and herself. He was swollen, hard, and still sticky from his recent release, and he wasn’t alone. Mike had his own dick pressed up against her thigh. While he was near to where she wanted him to stick it, Angie hadn’t forgotten where he’d stuck it. That was why she planted her hand on his chest and shook her head at him.
“I’m sorry, cowboy, but you’ve got to go wash up before you take another ride,” Angie warned him, drawing a snicker from Brett.
He hung his head over her shoulder and grinned down at his brother. “Yeah, stud. It’s time to hit the showers while you let the real man handle the lady.”
Mike growled at that, his eyes flashing with a dangerous look. Then he struck. Before Angie could even attempt to defend herself, Mike clamped a hand over his brother’s and pounded his own fingers deep into her cunt. Stretching her muscles until the pleasure was tinged with a slight hint of pain, Mike forced Brett’s hand into motion. He set up a hard, fast rhythm, fucking her with a speed that had Angie arching and crying out, but they had only just begun to toy with her.
Brett dug the heel of his palm into the swollen bud of her clit, making sure the small bundle of nerves was treated to a constant massage as he pumped his fingers deeper and deeper into her. His free hand lifted to capture her breast and torment the puckered tip. Just as sensitive as her clit, her nipple pulsed with a rapturous delight as Brett rolled and tugged.
Not to be outdone, Mike matched his brother, only he used his lips. Angie gasped and arched into the sweet, velvety wonder of his kiss as Mike sucked the pebbled tip of her other breast past the hard ridge of his teeth and into the warm, wet depths of his mouth. Angie’s eyes fluttered closed as she savored the pleasure of the brothers’ caresses.
This was what she’d always dreamed of…well, sort of. It was actually a lot rougher, harder, and faster than she’d imagined. Both brothers seemed to be in a frenzied rush to drive her completely insane. Angie didn’t have the willpower to resist that kind of delight. Instead, it consumed her whole, leaving her crying out as her whole body convulsed with an ecstasy that clenched her muscles.
It was a climax that left her far from appeased. Just the opposite. Angie felt strung out on the pleasure, tense and straining for more. More was just what Brett gave her. He didn’t even pause or hesitate to give any warning that this was the moment. Instead, he pushed Mike’s hand away, lining the bulbous head of his cock right up with the clenched entrance to her cunt. Then he was pounding into her.
Angie’s eyes damn near bulged out of her head at the first deep thrust. She’d been screwed over the years by many different sized toys, but none had been as thick, long, or hot as Brett’s dick felt as he filled her sheath to the very limit of her capacity. Then he was fucking her with a speed no other had ever come close to. Brett didn’t even give her a chance to adjust to the sensation of taking a real man into her body, much less spare her a moment to catch her breath before he was pounding into her with all the force of his wound muscles.
It was too much, and Angie completely forgot about Mike or even wondering where he had disappeared. All that mattered in that moment was Brett and the delicious tension beginning to twist out of her cunt and through the rest of her body. Angie’s fingers dug into the sheets as she moaned and drooled, reduced to the status of a wanton ragdoll, completely at his command.
What Brett seemed to want in that moment was to claim her in every way possible. Either that or he was trying to drive her nuts. Whether he meant to or not, that was just what he did when he pulled free, leaving her crying out. Angie had just started to catch the rhythm, pumping her hips with his when, suddenly, she found her legs being lifted over his shoulders.
Brett’s stubbled cheeks scraped against the inside of her thighs. The heated wash of his breath teased the folds of her cunt a second before he struck. Then there was no saving her.
* * * *
Brett ignored Angie’s shrieks and squeals as he devoured her cunt, consumed by a hunger that grew only stronger as her heady, delicious flavor flooded his senses. He was like a man possessed, fucking his tongue over and over into the velvety clench of her sheath and taunting her with erratic licks upward to tease her clit.
It wasn’t enough. It never would be enough. Not until he was buried once again in her tight cunt. This time he was going all the way. Until then, he’d just have to make do with her ass. With that thought driving him, Brett made Angie come not just once but two more times until the thick cream of her release dripped down in a slow tide that he easily directed to the clenched opening of her ass.
Releasing her molten flesh, he lowered her back down and quickly began lubing her up for the fucking to come, giving her all the time in the world to offer up an objection. Angie didn’t voice a single one. Just the opposite. Her hips flexed upward as he screwed his sticky fingers into her tight channel, pumping herself against him in a demand for more.
He had all she would ever be able to take. All she’d ever have the opportunity to take again because Angie’s ass belonged to him. With that vow made, he withdrew his fingers and flipped her over, lining up the weeping head of his cock against her ass. A distant part of Brett warned him that he was doing this wrong, that he should say something, that he should gentle his approach, but he didn’t have it in him. The warmth that flooded through him fed the feral thrill as he began to sink into the tight clench of her ass. She was small, and her muscles fisted around him in blatant attempt to challenge his strength.
Brett knew it was intentional. The wicked woman still giggling into the sheets before him relaxed for just a second, sucking in a good two inches before clamping back down around his throbbing and pulsing muscles so that the whole room shimmered before his gaze as a rapture more intense than anything he’d ever known tore through him.
Always aware of his strength and size, he’d tamed his primitive desires long ago, but in that moment, he could no longer hold back on a need that had built through the years, and Brett gave in to the sharp demand of his body, flexing his hips and slamming his full length into her. He fucked a scream right out of Angie as her laughter broke into wanton, breathless pants.
Her heavy breathing matched the fast, hard pace he set up as he pounded into her with a speed that had them both slick with sweat in a matter of minutes. She tried to keep up, but there was no way she could match him. Instead, he held her still, keeping his hands clamped around her waist as he bounced against the flushed, plush globes of her ass.
Through narrowed
eyes, he watched those apple cheeks split wide over the thick stalk of his dick as it plundered her tight depth, and he listened as Angie cried out, clearly enjoying every second of his fucking. Brett knew the second it all became too much for her.
Angie’s skin blossomed with an impossibly redder hue, as every muscle down the graceful curve of her spine clenched and bunched with a tension that spoke to her on-coming climax. Brett wasn’t about to deny her. Instead, he changed up his speed, mixing thrusts that were hard and deep and sent her moaning into the mattress as her whole body convulsed with her release.
Brett paused, giving her the moment to enjoy the pleasure and waiting until finally she relaxed all around him before he bent down and pulled her hair back from her neck so he could nuzzle his lips against her ear. The motion pulled his cock backward as he pointedly began to rock.
“You ready for round two, baby?”
That murmured question had Angie tensing beneath him as her eyes cut to their corners in a comical look that assured him the answer was no. Not that Brett intended to let that stop him. Angie had unleashed the beast, and he was having way too much fun running free.
* * * *
He was too late.
Mike had washed up as quickly as he could, but in the few minutes it took to him clean up, Brett had already claimed his prize and moved on. Now he was fucking Angie’s ass with a relentlessness that had the whole bed groaning with each thrust.
The damn thing was grinding its way across the floor, the legs of the bedframe scraping up the hardwood as Angie clutched at the sheets, moaning and crying with a delight that had her features flushed with her pleasure. She was beautiful, a creature of lust and want that seduced with simply a look.
